Dragon Country had a Chinese dicine Association, and its president was hailed as the number one figure in the field. His na was Huangfu Huisheng, and he went by the nickna "Rival of Bian Que." He had also declared that the one to inherit his title would be his grandson, Huangfu Jiushi.
Though still a twenty-five-year-old top student at the University of Chinese dicine, Huangfu Jiushi had already earned the nickna "Rival of Hua Tuo." According to the association, any practitioner not recognized by them was considered a fraud.
But Wu Tian cared little for such things.
"Lost dical texts?" Now this piqued Wu Tian's interest.
His own dical knowledge had been imparted to him by an old master. The art of dicine, however, was vast and profound. Wu Tian couldn't say for certain that the techniques of the modern world were inferior to those of the Immortal Emperor Realm. Each had its own strengths and weaknesses. The dical techniques of historical figures like Hua Tuo might not have possessed the sa otherworldly magic as those from the Immortal Emperor Realm, but in certain respects, they were by no ans inferior.
Wu Tian was eager to examine these lost texts, to see if he could draw upon their strengths to make up for his own shortcomings.
"Is the information reliable?" Wu Tian knew Wu Fa was from Ghost Valley. Could anything soone from Ghost Valley said truly be trusted? Its mbers were all masters of rhetoric, like the historical figures Su Qin and Zhang Yi.
"It's definitely true," Cui Chong said earnestly. "Wu Fa once recited a line from the Green Satchel Book on the spot, stunning the many dical students present. The story should have caused a massive uproar, but because of the Phoenix incident, all the news reports and papers pushed it to the second page."
He still didn't know that the New Holy Land was connected to Wu Tian, or that the Phoenix was Wu Tian's pet. If he did, he would have been too shocked to speak.
"In what format will the Divine Doctor Conference be held?" This was Wu Tian's main concern. A contest of dical techniques? Even that could be done in several ways. If it were just acupuncture, Western dicine would be at a disadvantage. But if it were a competition of prescribing dicine, traditional Chinese dicine would suffer. Since this is the Divine Doctor Conference, not a Chinese or Western dicine Conference, what kind of contest would it be?
Cui Chong and Xiao Liang exchanged a glance, both understanding that Wu Tian was planning to go.
Cui Chong didn't dare to be negligent and quickly explained, "Wu Fa's wife is gravely ill. He searched for a Divine Doctor to no avail, but he discovered a prescription in the Green Satchel Book that could cure her. However, this isn't a recipe an ordinary doctor can prepare, as it's a formula for an elixir. Therefore, the competition is to see who can successfully create the dicine first."
"I understand," Wu Tian said with a small smile. "So, traditional Chinese doctors would follow the prescription to create a pill, while Western doctors might create a potion or so other formulation. But regardless of the form, whoever can perfectly replicate the dicine first wins. Is that right?"
Cui Chong nodded.
Xiao Liang added, "So professors from Xia Qian's herbal dicine company are planning to attend. If you're going, Mr. Wu Tian, we should probably stop them to prevent them from embarrassing themselves."
Wu Tian shook his head, indicating there was no need for that.
Xiao Liang nodded in understanding.
As far as Cui Chong and Xiao Liang were concerned, the Chinese dicine Association had made its trip for nothing. Huangfu Huisheng, the so-called "Rival of Bian Que," was bound to be humiliated. And to think, the man had already booked out the entire AK47 Restaurant to host a grand feast for all the traditional Chinese doctors in Yang City, both local and visiting. His ssage was simple: he wanted to remind all these practitioners that he was the president of the Chinese dicine Association and their role at the Divine Doctor Conference was rely to participate for the experience. The final victor, of course, would be him. Cui Chong and Xiao Liang knew exactly what Huangfu Huisheng was up to without even needing to look. How amusing. After the Divine Doctor Conference, the president of the Chinese dicine Association is going to be an absolute laughingstock!
After discussing a few more matters with Wu Tian, Cui Chong and Xiao Liang took their leave as evening approached.
When Wu Tian returned ho, neither Murong Yezi nor Qin Yuhan asked him about his eting. A ho, after all, should be a place of freedom, not constraint. If Wu Tian wanted to talk about it, he would. If he chose not to, they wouldn't press him. This was the ideal family dynamic.
After dinner, Murong Yezi and Qin Yuhan went to wash the dishes, while Wu Tian held the little one and watched TV. The little girl had stopped watching cartoons, mainly because most of the good ones had been banned. Instead, she was watching an old drama called *The Crescent Blade*. During the first episode, viewers comnted that the protagonist, Ding Peng, was unremarkably plain-looking.
Curled up on the sofa, the little girl grew indignant. "A bunch of blind people! How can they call that plain?" Unhappy, she stopped watching altogether.
"Dad, has anything interesting happened lately?" Ever since her father, Wu Tian, had co into her life, the little girl felt things had beco much more dramatic and filled with thrilling events. But it wasn't enough! Her favorite hobby was "face-slapping," and she hoped her dad would give her another chance.
"There is." Holding the little one in his arms, he pinched her little nose and said with a smile, "In three days, there will be a Divine Doctor Conference."
At his words, the little girl's eyes lit up instantly, her gaze fixed on her father. The Divine Doctor Conference! That would be a perfect opportunity for so face-slapping!
"I want to go!" The little one shouted, raising her cute little hands.
Wu Tian smiled and tapped her on the forehead. "You've learned so dical techniques from , but it's not enough. If you go, you won't be the one slapping faces. You'll be the one getting your face slapped."
"What?" she cried out. She loved slapping other people's faces; she did not enjoy having her own face slapped. There was no thrill in that at all. For instance, after five consecutive losses in Honor of Kings, her mood would sour. After ten straight losses, she wouldn't touch the ga for days.
What does a person pursue in life? The thrill, of course!
"Dad, teach
more dical techniques over the next three days!" The little girl threw her arms around Wu Tian. "Please, Dad? My good dad, my super good dad, please teach !"
"Teach you? And what's in it for ?" Wu Tian teased, seeing her eagerness.
The little one pondered for a mont. Food? Toys? No, Dad definitely doesn't care about things like that! An idea suddenly struck her. With a sly smile, she asked, "Dad, do you want to... you know... 'do that' with Mom?"
"'Do that'?" Wu Tian frowned slightly.
"Yeah, play the ga! If you want to, you have to help ," the little girl declared firmly.
Wu Tian chuckled. As if I need her help to get together with Qin Yuhan. Ridiculous. He refused.
The little one was on the verge of crying.
"Massages," Wu Tian stated his terms directly.
The little girl might be turning into a little witch, but Wu Tian still wanted her to be his sweet, caring daughter.
The little girl was frustrated, as she disliked doing such gentle things more than anything. But the thought of the Divine Doctor Conference was too tempting. She gritted her teeth and nodded. "Fine, I agree."
"What are you two talking about?" Qin Yuhan asked as she ca out of the kitchen, her curiosity piqued by the expression on her daughter's face.
The little girl quickly waved her hands. "N-Nothing!" , the magnificent one, giving Dad a massage? It's so embarrassing!
Qin Yuhan sensed the little girl was up to sothing. She's definitely hiding sothing. I'll have to check on them tonight and see what that father-daughter pair is plotting.
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